Camino De Los Ingleses, El Page #6

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Do you know why?

Why?

Because we have to reach

Hand in hand.

You and me.

Do you expect this afternoon

La Estrella Pontifical?

Yes.

Do Miguelito?

Do Miguelito?

I love you.

I love you.

Dwarf!

What you are ugly, hijoputa!

You you are not Dwarf,

Only you chiquitito.

Bring a bottle, let her here.

- Do you know what the problem is?

Are you ready, kids? We started.

Yes, ...

... Get ready.

We will have a rainy fall,

Friends of time and heart.

Then comes the reward

Fresh from the sun, friends time.

Abriremos our

Chest to light.

In our lives, ...

... In our time.

But now mark our passage

Drum sad from the rain.

This melancholy.

This music.

(MUSIC)

Llover.

Llover.

Llover,

And the rain will lead us ...

The recollection ....

A hand with the other hand.

Maldigo the day I

Introduced to the cabrona that!

Where will put

The poet that?

Cojmonos the dance of life,

The rain do its work.

Let the rain

Cry for us.

That it is not us,

Those who play with sadness.

And our hearts

Fly away.

Far.

We have here a flower that

I grows in the middle of the chest.

And you so far ...

... Without wanting to see it.

Without wishing to know that thou

The root of this flower.

Let me grow ...

... And I broke.

Do Shut up, hostias!

Do not touch me!

Go there!

Do Son of a whore! Do Son of a whore!

(Speak at the same time)

Not Here, llvalo farther!

- Scalo!

It's bullshit for walking!

- Let him take out!

Do Amadeo Nunni?

Dress and acompenos.

In your life whore ...

... In your life whore,

Getting back to that woman!

In your life whore!

Dime ...

Dime never vendrs

And I know that mientes.

Tell me that I will never forget.

Dilo aloud.

With your mouth.

(MUSIC SAD)

Yes, ...

It rained hard ....

The evening was

A roulette trucada ...

... A coin thrown into the air

He fell on the side of the cross.

A bad wind ...

... A bad night to end

With a time of dreams.

Then came

All these clouds ...

Winds ... ...

Sun ... and I announced,

When the world was possible.

Poor Babirusa, ...

Ilusos poor ... ...

Poets who wrote not ...

No verse.

Never saw

The coast of Africa.

Leave the coast of Africa!

No, never ...

... From any terrace ...

From any viewpoint ... ...

... Or lighthouse, or rooftop ...

... We saw the coast of Africa.

But there,

Behind the horizon ...

Always guess ...

The radiance of the unknown, ...

... A reflection of life,

That ...

... Who knows, maybe playing

Our roulette ...

... We would have been able to achieve.

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